And the words they used to say
No longer emit from their brain
A little transistor placed in their head
Programmed info they were fedSee them now salute the flag
Dissension no longer is their bag
Retarded rebels their hands quake
For their tongues were their big mistake
And the little house we have made
Has turned into a living grave
Oh just for a little originality
I’m so tired of this damn purity
No more crime in the streets
A stagnant smile is all you meet
Between freedom and security
Man always chose his stability
His fear of death destroyed him
At all costs got his protection
Live for tomorrow was his theme
But is there really a today
And the little house we have made
Has turned into a living grave
Oh just for a little originality
I’m so tired of this damn purity
I’m so tired of this damn purity
Oblivion will bring them to their knees
Oblivion will bring them to their knees